we on a brick, we on a brick" [Dame:] "you don't wanna catch a brick" You gotta be under an umbrella, you'll get rained on. I told Hiphop and Hiphop was
you say shit is gonna change See maybe for a day or two Then it's back to the same old you You'd rather be with Bob, Rob, and Dave On th corner shooting
see that big badabing go badaboom [Verse two: omari This one, I seen Couldn't believe the ass in them jeans To myself, had to think 'Any room for me up in them jeans
half, mutha fuckin plastic, I'm on the floor, an I can't stop throwin up, devastatin, grippin the toilet, regergutatin, like a fat ass rat, on a
about that Any more suggestions? You in the back, yeah you You should rap more on beat, you should rap more street And never ever get your mack on please
How you say shit is gonna change See maybe for a day or two Then it's back to the same old you You'd rather be with Bob, Rob and Dave On the corner,
the fuck makes you think they're gonna give us a play?" We did a few shows together, freestylin on stage Manhattan and Long Island, for Mike and Dave
lot of great men for many years to come I'm gettin' money on my block all night Runnin' with a bunch of niggaz born to fight, Nigga! Boston was the first on
me they got olde tyme religion one says she'll never barrel race again good copenhagen is better than bad cocaine i spent some time with texas dave
really goin' on baby? What's happenin' bad boy, you know who this is It's the Funny Man a.k.a King Kong, yo Oh yo, Dave, Dickey Dave, fuck you bitch
'm no longer the paul bearer Check, I'm too grown for all the games I dont play with suckers I'm on the sideline, just watchin the dave and busters But
it on me pull it on me sock it on me take a deep breathe and stop it on me pop it on me drop on me like a pit bull you lock it on me Yuu look like a topin
see that big badabing go badaboom [Verse Two: Omari] This one, I seen Couldn't believe the ass in them jeans To myself, had to think 'Any room for me up in them jeans
of them And that?s the way things are between Dave and me Shoulder pads and belts, Morten Harket in tights Oh, I?m sorry they?re jeans, but how did ya get them on
wasted Wasted on the likes of You, yeah, You, yeah Wasted on the likes of You, yeah, You, yeah Wasted on the likes of You, yeah, You, yeah Wasted on
red eyed, 1228 full of bitches inside, 1605 where the homies reside We fly first class with no ice on the wrist, Rockin' vertebrae links and wallet chains on their hips, Saggin' jeans
bars someone's getting drunk and ugly: On the city sidewalks hustlers pick their prey: far away. Bodies bake on surfing beaches. Tonight today feel it all going on
